I am too lazy to find and necromance the dream thread for this, so I'll just say it here.
.... that was quite the night for a plethora of random dreams last night. One that stood out in particular was one in which
@YankeeGirl and I were both stuck in the cast of a supernatural slasher film taking place in Manitoba. And somehow while I myself was one of them and I recognized Yankee Girl immediately as who she is in relation to me in real life, it was one of those things where as the dreamer of this scenario I had to also watch from the third-person view as well as the first-person and play dumb as to not knowing or at least suspecting what would happen next.
So, best I can remember it, I join this group of youthful twenty-something thrill-seekers making a journey primarily on foot from the southwest corner of Ontario and to somewhere halfway up the longitudinal distance of Manitoba, for ... some purpose (What?
Already doesn't make sense).
And apparently the seven other people in this group have been friends for many years and do crazy stuff like this all of the time, and I just met them and decided to tag along for this trip because I have some personal business of my own at the same general destination, I guess? So I am, like, "the New Guy", here. Immediately two people don't show up at all at the beginning because the killer - whatever supernatural entity he is - has already offed them and obviously is intent on following us stealthily throughout this trip and wear us down one by one. Why? No idea. I guess he is an angry ghost who just doesn't like rascally young backpackers?
So, idiots as always in these kinds of films, we figure the first two nameless victims simply chose not to show up for the ride and we start out as planned, and a series of inconvenient misfortunes just keep turning up over the days to follow as we journey, but nothing so serious as an unplanned disappearance of one of our friends or an outright murder so as to make us suspect that someone is following us with ill intent. (Oh, no, he would reveal this much later that he doesn't intend for anyone to make it to the faraway destination alive, and that a few murderous shenanigans have indeed been afoot the last few days.) The only characterization of any of the party members that I am getting here is that, of the six people including myself who started out, four of us are men and two are women. One of the men takes a slightly different path than the rest of us as some kind of scouter or something and stays on the fringes of the group, and we keep suspecting if he's either in danger on his own or is up to something. The nameless girl is a brunette and is apparently a ditzy stereotype destined to be among the first to die in these things, and she is one of the guys' girlfriends (the leader of the group, I think). Another guy is the somewhat level-headed leader but I think suspects me of foul intent when hang-ups start happening (or maybe it was the scouter guy who acts suspicious of me, at least whenever he joins with us personally at certain destination points). A third guy handles the map and is supposed to be really smart, therefore girlfriend-less. Just how it usually goes in these movies.
The second girl is the cute blonde I recognize as Yankee Girl (and yet somehow as one of the other characters myself i have to pretend that I don't know her from a time or place before this), and she is seen as "the quiet one". Therefore, she has a significant chance of living.
And as for me, apparently I am the potential male lead who may or may not survive but could be seen as trouble to some in the group (either because I have a flirtatious and overly accommodating personality when I actually mean no harm, therefore any guy who has a girlfriend in the group sees me as a threat, or because i am actually, seriously dangerous to them, merely hiding a cold killer beneath a friendly and amiable personality), while being liked and eagerly welcomed by the rest of the group. Best comparison I can make to explain what my character is about here is to Jared Padalecki's character in friday the 13th, the one who came looking in the woods for his missing sister. And, it is obvious i have taken an innocent liking to Yankee Girl, like i already suspect some or most of us might be dead before the end of this journey (even though for some reason I won't say anything aloud yet) and thus I take a protective stance over her.
... Because I am Sarah's Knight. That's just how I roll.
In the end of this dream, one more person (maybe the scouter guy) goes missing and, nerves on end with the majority of us, as we hole up one dark and stormy night in an old motel in a small city somewhere North of Winnipeg, the killer - whoever he is - decides to send me a picture on my phone, depicting the real reason as to why those first two group members never joined us (as in their corpses are on display with a taunting message from the killer), and when I reveal it in horror to everyone else, the other three remaining guys in the room either accuse me outright or kind of passively agree with the ranting, paranoid-driven accuser, while Yankee Girl is just quietly like, "Ummm ... why would SK ever do that? Be logical, people. No hate."
And then for some crazy reason as I try to verbally defend myself, I am no longer that character but instead as the dreamer have to see the rest of the story from third-person view as my character is suddenly replaced by Kenan Thompson in his younger years (before his SNL days) and he begins to more comedically rant about his innocence in anyone's death, in the vein of his character from the Kenan and Kel show from Nickelodeon. (Huh?
) .... But alas, no avail. The accuser, too mad to be reasoned with at this point, guts the guy with a butcher knife out of nowhere, and kills him. And then some more weird nonsensical stuff happened for a few moments, resulting in the accuser's somewhat karmic death as well while Yankee Girl and the one remaining guy (maybe the one who was seen as the group leader all this time) just sort of look on with this pained expression on their faces like "Yeesh, that must've hurt ...."
The End (I ... don't get it ....
)
So, um, congratulations, Yankee Girl. You live, I guess?
